Ghost had felt little nearly all day, leaving him stuck to your side like a shy child. He mostly just stayed in his room with you, cartoons quietly playing in the background while he was messing with some of his toys. It was peaceful and didnt make him feel like he wasnt allowed to regress, something he honestly couldnt say he felt often. But of course, nothing can ever stay perfect.

Ghost had a cup of juice next to him while he played. You tried to find one of his sippy cups or bottles, but it was as if all of them had vanished. You warned him to be careful with the cup because you knew what would happen if he wasnt paying attention. Yet, no matter how much you couldve told him, he still managed to knock it over. The juice spilled and some soaked right into one of his favorite stuffed animals.

"..." Ghost sat and stared at the mess, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do. He wanted to clean it up, but he also really wanted to cry. Without realizing it, tears were already in his eyes and blurring his vision. Thats when he finally turned to you.

"M-Mess.."